In a monochrome realm
We are given no choice
But to die
Painted red
By our own
Colourful
Hands.
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Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
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In a monochrome realm
We are given no choice
But to die
Painted red
By our own
Colourful
Hands.
